Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.